I wrote you a poem on my wrist. But you wouldn't read it.

Death is only the Begging!!!

R.I.P TRENT ALAN CAUDILL!!!

So as tears fall from the heavens, I'm on earth weeping.. and I curl up in the corner with no one to hold me but my self

I'm drowning in my sorrow,
Drowning in my fears,
Drowning in my darkness,
Drowning in my tears.

Her eyes filled with the agony of waking, filled with the stories she had to tell. Every morning the same thing, the same everyday hell.

"The winds of time, gently blows on my scars reopening my wounds of days long past"

Death is the only thing,
No one can take away from you.

Suicide is not chosen; it happens
when pain exceeds the resources for coping with pain

How can one possibly take a breath
When they are already shrouded in death?

Each drop of your blood that falls from your skin, will be another that falls from my heart and a tear which falls from my eyes